The world doesn't need succubi to save it.

Logically speaking, this idea is not wrong.

However, they overestimated their own strength and underestimated the sinister nature of this world.

The whole world has become a kingdom of the dead.

Hunters, militia, knights... who already possessed considerable combat power during the day... became even more powerful undead creatures under the moonlight.

Their strength is basically at least at the third tier, and the strongest among them are even at the fourth tier!

The civilians who were originally powerless have also been turned into undead creatures. Although most of them are only at the second level and the highest is only the third level, their numbers are overwhelming!

Groups of civilians transformed into hordes of terrifying undead creatures in the night, charging forward wave after wave...

What's even more outrageous than the undead creatures is that they are actually conscious!

One of them, after being beaten, actually cried for help, attracting more civilians to assist him.

Those contestants who had painstakingly made their way to the crowded areas during the day were especially unlucky.

That's truly a case of calling out to a hundred people, summoning friends and acquaintances to come and chop people up

On top of that, there were things that the contestants found even more unacceptable.

These undead are practically immortal!

Even if their heads are chopped off and their hearts are pierced, they will return to their original form after a very short time and continue their previous work.

It's bizarre, absolutely bizarre!

If you can't beat them in a fight, and you can't kill them, then your remaining options are very limited.

Realizing something was wrong, many participants didn't persist and immediately opted for Kairun.

Don't say things like it's shameful to run away in front of a camera. What you need to do now is survive. Everything else is nonsense.

They flee, they chase, but they all have a bright future.

It was during their constant escape that they realized a problem:

These contestants are not the masters of this world; these undead are.

Moreover, they did the same thing as during the day: they ran away.

Aside from having more ways to escape, their situation hasn't improved at all.

The number of camera views from nearly a thousand people decreased rapidly in a very short time, finally stopping at around six hundred before the rate of decline was halted.

This number also means that nearly one-third of the participants were eliminated.

This also means that nearly one-third of the bettors lost their chips.

Such an outcome is disheartening for the disappointed bettors, but it evokes a different feeling for the other spectators.

As spectators, they were quite happy.

"Good! That's more like it!"

"That's more like it. I thought Jasmine's family had changed their ways this time, but they're still just as disgusting, hahaha. But I like it."

"This kind of dog-like operation is exactly what I want. Please persecute them to your heart's content, and let the persecution intensify!"

"Hahaha, that's right, that's more like it! Why are you running? Attack!"

"Holy crap, this is giving me the creeps! That female NPC used to be so cute, but look at her now..."

"Hmm? Is there a problem? Isn't it better now? (Unzips pants)"

"???"

"Someone is acting strangely, but I won't say who."

"........."

After the match officially started, the barrage comments, which had been somewhat quiet, suddenly became very active as the game suddenly shifted from medieval role-playing to a Souls-like experience.

came back!

This tastes just right!

They're all back!

That joy of watching contestants struggle in pain is back!

Our suggestion is to increase the difficulty.

As long as we are not persecuted to death, they will persecute us to death.

Besides providing entertainment, this sudden turn of events also allowed the audience to see the true abilities of many contestants.

"How come no one noticed that woman who was wrapped up so tightly?"

"The nobleman has never left his house, and so far no ghosts have come to bother him."

"And this is the most outrageous! Why is this woman keeping her eyes closed the whole time? She's being completely ignored by the passing ghosts!"

"The women in Jasmine's family, things aren't looking good..."

Among those who were originally expected to achieve great things, those who had initially supported Ning Feng gradually began to discuss the matter.

"That's all, but I hope you die a pretty death, I'll take a screenshot and use it as my phone wallpaper!"

"What a pity, I was wondering what kind of crazy things he might do next."

"It can't be that bad, can it? Didn't you do quite well before?"

“It’s different now. He has no advantage. Don’t forget that he’s just a second-tier Awakener.”

This view was prevalent and did not receive opposition from others.

Most of the audience remained calm; although they were quite interested in Ning Feng, they hadn't blindly believed in him yet.

At this moment, very few people truly believed that Ning Feng would be alright, and the number of people paying attention to him plummeted.

However, this sharp drop did not last long...

"He's run into trouble!"

"Uh, why is his approach different again?"

"Something's not right! Why is he suddenly chatting away?"

"This will actually work!?"

……

……

"Young outsider, why don't you answer?"

The voice behind me was cold and chilling, like a cold wind constantly seeping through the seams of my clothes, or like an icy blade pressed against my neck.

After the initial shock, Ning Feng regained his composure and, after a moment of silence, suddenly said:

"Before answering this question, I have a question that I need you to answer first..."

Why is someone watching me from outside my door?

Turning his head, Ning Feng looked at the tall, black-robed man who had silently appeared at his window, walked up to him, and looked up.

Looking up at his face, which was wrapped in yellowed bandages and only revealed his eyes, Ning Feng sneered:

"Spying? Surveillance?"

"Your Excellency, is this how Greywater Town treats its guests?"

"This is not what we agreed on."

---Aside---

The issue of getting more subscriptions is really getting bigger; it's only just reached 500,000 words. I'm so upset...

Chapter 193 Your Excellency, you don't want this either... (Please don't leave this book unfinished!)

With his head held high, Ning Feng stared intently at the pastor standing outside his window, his expression serious but without any fear.

"As a guest, I have been treated this way, and you should give me a reasonable explanation."

The tall priest fell silent. Through the tangled bandages, he scrutinized Ning Feng for a long time with his rotting eyes, from which worms were constantly crawling out.

Ning, however, remained unmoved by the horrifying scene and stared back without fear.

The two stared at each other, neither giving an inch.

After a while, the priest was the first to avert his gaze and look at the eye through the crack in the door behind Ning Feng.

Hey.

The green eyes, which had been filled with resentment, trembled and vanished instantly at the doorway.

Ning Feng did not turn around, but kept staring at the pastor without shifting his gaze even slightly.

The priest's gaze did not shift; instead, he continued to stare at the door and spoke in a chilling tone:

“...Jack, do you know that this behavior is extremely rude?”

After saying that, he raised his arm and threw a chain forward.

Bang!

The door, which had been half-open, was suddenly pushed open, and a large, fat body was dragged in by an iron chain.

Fat Jack, his hair thinning and his appearance resembling a bloated, rotting corpse, tumbled in, screaming shrilly:

"My lord! Your Excellency! Please let me explain!!"

"That's not true! I wasn't spying on him, I was just on patrol!"

The rotting face, devoid of any discernible expression, contorted in agony. Jack, as if grasping at a straw, kept shouting:

"Yes! I'm just here on patrol! You've misunderstood me!"

A terrified scream echoed through the quiet night, but the entire town of Greywater remained eerily silent, offering no response whatsoever.

"lie."

Anger flashed in the priest's eyes as he heard Jack's cries of agony, and he yanked hard on the chains binding him.